3 But di ones wey dia own betta pass, na shidren wey dem neva born, bikos dem neva si all di wiked tins wey dey happen for dis world.
Dem dey-dey happy wen dem die go dia grave.
As I tink about evritin wey human being dey do for dis world, I kon sey: Evritin dey yuzles; e just bi like sey pesin dey porshu breeze.
So, I hate dis life, bikos evritin wey dey inside, dey give trobol. Evritin dey yuzles and e bi like wen pesin dey porshu breeze.
For dis time, e go hard well-well for wimen wey get belle and doz wey get small pikin for hand.
Bikos true-true, di time dey kom wen pipol go sey, ‘E good well-well for wimen wey nor born or feed pikin at-all!’